So, as previously mentioned, I have relocated to Yellowknife. A town about 400km south of the Arctic circle, pretty much in the middle of nowhere. It is mostly surrounded by lakes, frozen tundra, and diamond mines. But for all intents and purposes, it is still a city where people live.
I lived here for a short time in 2005, from January to July. Long enough to experience the harsh dark winter, and to still catch a glimpse of the never setting sun of the summers here. I left that time to return to Korea, with a very sour taste in my mouth for Yellowknife. needless to say, I was reluctant to return to the North again.
But seeing how I was once again unemployed after my term with Parks Canada, I decided to come stay with my sister and her husband and look for work. It worked out well, as I fell back on my jewelry background and started working as a designer in a retail shop, and then teaching jewellery courses through the local craft guild, and then also as a substitute teacher for the public schools here in town. I feel like Im making roots. I'm finding my niche or my groove or however you want to put it.
I was recently offered my old position back with Parks Canada and I turned it down, not because I don't LOVE living in working in the national park, and having a house all to myself, with my hammock, living on the ocean.... sigh. No, I turned it down because I've decided I need to stay in one place for more than 6 months at a time in order to build any kind of momentum and connection to a place. It's painful at times, rebuilding a life.
but I guess like anything, you just require patience and have faith that the universe is working its magic in its own way. right? I dont know. Im just essentially going day to day trying to adjust to a "normal life" in Canada. i have mixed feelings about it right now. Ill get back to you.
